[hr][hr][center][h1][color=00ccff][b][i]Cecily Ashworth[/i][/b][/color][/h1][img]https://i.postimg.cc/9F58z5NN/original.gif[/img][hr][hr][b][color=00ccff]Location:[/color][/b] Flight UA 2199 (Seat 2B)
[b][color=00ccff]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A[/center][hr]	Cecily thought for a moment over everything Gavin was saying. She still wasn't certain if she could trust him, but she was able to piece together that he had a connection to the Gonzalez family. There had been so many people there at Alicia's funeral that she wouldn't have remembered a name, even one as unique as Joaquin. And of course, Natasha's death was giving her some issues when it came to focusing and recalling details like that. Trauma had a way of either refining memories or causing them to become even blurrier than they would have been otherwise. [color=00ccff]"...Could I have a ginger ale as well?"[/color] Cecily asked the stewardess. 

	She wasn't sure if she'd end up drinking it, out of paranoia that it might have been poisoned, but she figured as long as she saw the stewardess open up the can and pour it, it'd be safe enough. She then swallowed thickly, looking at Gavin. She wanted to believe that he was just there to help, but...Natasha's death had been natural causes. Cecily had been with her the entire time - when would someone have been able to cause internal bleeding like that? They had eaten and drank all the same things as far as she could recall, but her memory was hazy. [color=00ccff]"...So what do you want from me, then?"[/color]